The Lady's Sickly Husband

C49. Her Whereabouts is His Home

The morning in the early winter of Wang village was tranquil.

As soon as he woke up and saw the many thin scabs on Mo Qianxue's lips, Ning Shaoqing has an impulse to kiss her and to caress the lips.

She was in sound sleep and her breath was steady. She couldn't wake up so soon.

Bowing his head, he leaned to the soft lips...

Mo Qianxue opened her eyes and, at the sight of the enlarged face before her, got startled, giving him a slap under subconscious.

"Mo—Qian—Xue!"

"Sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Ning Shaoqing's face was as dark as carbon. Mo Qianxue watched him with great care.

She hadn't seen clearly who was the one that blocked her eyesight the moment she woke up. The slap was just out of subconscious.

At the dining table, the atmosphere was tense, and Mo Qianxue tried to find subjects.

"Sir, everything goes well at school?"

"Yes."

"Sir, do you like the dishes today?"

"Yes."

"Sir, are you cold..."

From they got up to the present, no matter what Mo Qianxue said, Ning Shaoqing only replied with a yes.

Was he using cold violence against her?

Mo Qianxue felt depressed. Seriously? It was just a slap. She really was unintentional. It was his fault to have stayed that near her early in the morning. She had been taken aback. She did that on tuition!

It was only in the early winter and should began to snow outside.

Ning Shaoqing was also depressed while walking down the path to school with a book on his hand.

He had never been slapped by anyone since birth.

But it was his own fault. He didn't blame Mo Qianxue. Sure enough, there would be karma to steal a kiss. But...but he was on his own bed and wanted to kiss his own wife. Why would it be called to steal...?

Besides, the woman who slapped him kept babbling. Heaven knew who crazily embarrassed he had been.

Sir, sir, sir! They've done that. Why wouldn't she change a sweeter way to call him? Now, every time she called him sir, he had the impulse to hit the wall.

Damn! Why had he asked her to call him sir? Dear would be much sweeter...

An eagle on its own suddenly appeared. The two stretching wings spread out on two sides with a thin layer of snow on them, like a blast of icy frozen wind, silently piercing through the cold air.

Ning Shaoqing's face changed, his eyes chilly. What to come was coming.

Looking around and confirming that no one was around, he adjusted his body to set off and fly out of the village towards the mountain on the back.

The snowflakes were so thin that they didn't take a typical shape, fleeting and disappearing like dancing powders. It was really power snow that silently floating down in the mountain forest.

Ning Shaoqing stood in the forest, hands putting behind. The eagle hovered above in the sky, and two people came in the distance tracking the path of the eagle.

"We came late, lord. Please punish us."

...

It was already nine o'clock in the morning, the carriage of Baiyunju took it time to arrive and park at the door of Ning family under the watchful eyes of the whole village.